An Jin dabbed some on her face and found it too thick and artificial. She also had no idea what it was made of or if it would harm her skin.
"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back." An Jin carefully climbed down from the cart, and Gu Yin was there to catch her and set her gently on the ground.
She smoothed the wrinkles on her hem, then looked up with a twinkle in her eye. After giving them a mysterious smile, she trotted off behind a nearby tree.
A RUSTLING sound came from the bushes.
A moment later, a small figure emerged from the bushes. The Beastmen instantly bristled, and if they hadn't recognized An Jin's scent, they would have attacked.
The small figure before them was dark and gaunt, with plain features and a face covered in large pockmarks.
The Beastmen stared, dumbfounded.
'Alas, they still don't understand the true charm of one of the world's four great dark arts: makeup.'
